Transliteration
Menu
A na hori zyta mnoho,
Po dolyni oves.
Otvorylys raiski dveri,
Kazut: "Chrystos Voskres!"
Vdaryly ta v usi dzvony,
Chuty az na horu.
Zbyraitesya, dobri ljudy,
Do bozoho dvoru.
Zbyraitesya, ljudy dobri,
i sluhaite nauky.
Bo isus Chrystos yak syn Bozyi
Pryinyav za nas muky.
A isus Chrystos yak syn Bozyi
Muchenku pryimaye.
Ne mozemo vidmolyty,
Shcho nam Hospod daye.
